It's not a slap, it's three.

Like firecrackers, Yang Tiantian's ears burst in succession, waking her up from some indescribable hesitation.

Eight hundred old village chiefs slapped their faces.

Yang Tiantian had no idea that the old fellow could draw out the chic "running clouds and running water" when he was slapping people's ears.

"Naokiang thieves, all kneel down to Lao Tzu!"

The head of the old village raised his foot and kicked him hard on the buttocks of the two sons and three sons.

Three guys covering their faces immediately popped and knelt straight in front of Yang Tiantian.

"Naokiang thieves, three puppies, do you think you have grown...